As Eisen carried himself through the air, all he could think about was how great this felt. He was actually just flying through the air, seeing the desert deep beneath him. It seemed beautiful to him, that's all that Eisen could call it, really.
Underneath him, the old man could spot Fafnir in the form of a red blotch, and so he chose to just stop flapping his wings for a while to drop back down toward the ground. Just a dozen or so meters above the desert ground again, Eisen flapped his heavy, nearly shining wings and stopped his fall before just dropping the rest of the way like this, creating what was basically a small desert storm as he was at it.
